Chapter: 876

"So what if I do? My answer remains the same. I’m not drinking that, so buzz off." Dustin wasn’t intimidated by him.

Dylan was so infuriated that he burst out laughing.

"I see you want to do this the hard way, you bastard! There has never been anyone who’s disgraced me in such a manner before. Let me make it clear, if you don’t finish this glass of wine, there’s no way you’re walking out that door!" Dylan’s words were clearly a threat.

"Hey, it’s an honor to have Mr. Harmon offer you a drink! If you know what’s good for you, just take it, man!"

"That’s right! Drink up, or you’ll be sorry!"

Many of the onlookers chimed in, taking Dylan’s side.

"Dustin, my cousin has quite a nasty temper. You better drink up, or he’ll be sure to kick up a fuss,

"Kate egged him on with a mocking expression. She was dying for things to get out of hand so that Natasha and Dylan would be at opposite ends, and she’d be able to reap the greatest benefit out of the fiasco, which was having Dylan on her side.

"Whoever wants the drink can have it, but it’s not going to be me." Dustin remained unfazed by the comments and derogatory remarks hurled his way.

"Well, that’s not up to you!" Dylan’s expression turned cold.

"Boys, make him drink it!"

‘Yes, sir!" The two adjutants immediately went up to Dustin, ready to force the drink down his throat.

"Buzz off." With two backhanded slaps, Dustin sent the two adjutants sprawling on the ground, blood streaming from their noses and their teeth broken. They scrambled to get back up but failed miserably.

"Holy shit! The guy’s getting violent!" The onlookers were startled and enraged by what they saw. Assaulting military personnel was a major offense, and when the situation called for it, they were authorized to use their guns.

"You’ve got a death wish, you bastard!" Dylan finally had it when he saw the two adjutants being slapped. He swiftly threw a punch at Dustin’s face. As a high–ranking commander of the Dark Panther Cavalry, it went without saying that he was skilled in martial arts. Currently, he was an entry level divine martial artist, considered one of the best among his peers.

Dustin did not duck or sidestep Dylan’s punch. Instead, he grabbed Dylan’s incoming fist with his bare hand. A dull thud resonated as Dylan’s fist made contact with Dustin’s palm. Dylan was utterly shocked, struggling to comprehend how Dustin could achieve such a feat. Though he had yet to exert his full force, he was a divine–level martial artist! Just a light punch from him was enough to send a regular person flying. He was certain that Dustin was also a skilled martial artist.

"I see you’re well–versed in martial arts too. No wonder you’re so arrogant. I suppose I’ll have to show you what I’m capable of today." Dylan declared, removing his coat. He was ready to go all out. Though Dustin had managed to catch his punch, Dylan still had the confidence that he’d be able to pulverize him.

"I’ve been putting up with you for Natasha’s sake. I do not wish to hurt you, but if you insist on taking advantage of my kindness, I’m afraid I’ll not be so polite anymore," Dustin said coldly.

"Hurt me? Hahaha! What a joke!" Dylan looked at Dustin contemptuously.

"Do you think that you can act so arrogantly just because you think you know some martial arts? Just so you know, I could easily kill you with just a flick of my finger!"

"Is that so? By all means, go ahead." Dustin remained unfazed.

"Very well, I’ll teach you a lesson today that there are always people out there who are better than you!"